“Exactly,” she hummed, punctuating her point with her wine glass and a stick of licorice she’d pilfered in between other snacks. “And if they don’t work out, we know exactly where we can go back to,” as the food, and the company, had been beyond pleasant.
Based on his subsequent reaction though, she wasn’t certain if she’d blundered. She’d never pushed anything with Zavien. Questions. Inquiries. Faith and trust, all mettled and molded together. She wouldn’t commit to anything he was uncomfortable with. She’d just thought it’d be romantic, instead of seeming to constantly be walking amongst the eggshells, trying to find a solid surface. Noting the tips of his ears turning red, the Caretaker presumed she’d stepped a bit too far, and smiled, gentle as ever all over again. “Only if you’re comfortable with it. Or we can do something else.” No pressure, no overbearing nuances. Maybe they just weren’t ready for evenings beyond terrors at the moment.
But then there were other instances and snippets, and she gracefully slid upwards from the blanket, brow quirked, arching – fingers clenching around his. “Do you think - ,” and she stopped herself too, not wanting to say it out loud in case the predictions weren’t right, and would only bring further heartache. Desperately though, she reached outward with her Attuned bond, striving to search for a singular little dragon in all the midsts of creatures breathing in the Celestine.
Based on his subsequent reaction though, she wasn’t certain if she’d blundered. She’d never pushed anything with Zavien. Questions. Inquiries. Faith and trust, all mettled and molded together. She wouldn’t commit to anything he was uncomfortable with. She’d just thought it’d be romantic, instead of seeming to constantly be walking amongst the eggshells, trying to find a solid surface. Noting the tips of his ears turning red, the Caretaker presumed she’d stepped a bit too far, and smiled, gentle as ever all over again. “Only if you’re comfortable with it. Or we can do something else.” No pressure, no overbearing nuances. Maybe they just weren’t ready for evenings beyond terrors at the moment.
But then there were other instances and snippets, and she gracefully slid upwards from the blanket, brow quirked, arching – fingers clenching around his. “Do you think - ,” and she stopped herself too, not wanting to say it out loud in case the predictions weren’t right, and would only bring further heartache. Desperately though, she reached outward with her Attuned bond, striving to search for a singular little dragon in all the midsts of creatures breathing in the Celestine.
Lena
